Just one Line.

From a WIP I'll be moving to Pending later today:

“Well, you know the policy. Try not to let it happen again. I’d hate to write you up” He had this snarky smile when he was being condescending that made you just want to slap him.

Like if you've worked for this guy. :)
 
From the next thing. A rather meta bit of dialog:

“But what a fucked up set of rules! It’s like the sort of contrived shit some bad author came up with for comedic effect, and is now stuck with three chapters in.”
 
"Oh, for fuck's sake!" She snapped her fingers, and the scroll went up in a cloud of smoke leaving her brother coughing as he tried to fan the black cloud away with his tail. "Little brothers, right?"

"I had one, he passed way," Malcolm lamented. "I'm the only one left."

"Not so bummed you didn't use it to pay his wife to fuck her son though." Incestial shrugged. "Besides, only the good die young, bud." When he saw Malcolm frown he added. "Look, I'm from hell, we're not great at sympathy."
 
Ok so a bit more than one line, but I like how I've captured the bisexual 'not-queer-enough' impostor syndrome with this bit. From a WIP.
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There were all kinds of queer people in this bar. And then there was me. Dress too mainstream, hair too tame, nerves too loud.
PJ sang about clothes and bodies and the power they carried and I looked around and thought, is this who I am now? Are these my people? My community?
 
From At the Mom's of Madness my long thought of by finally being worked on HPL homage

“I know you want to talk, but Jean’s mouth is full of her son’s dick and Charles is out in the yard jacking off to virgin jailbait.” She giggled. “Family fun night, right?”
 
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From At the Mom's of Madness my long thought of by finally being worked on HPL homage

“I know you want to talk, but Jean’s mouth is full of her son’s dick and Charles is out in the yard jacking off to virgin jailbait.” She giggled. “Family fun night, right?”
Could be problematic...
 
From my Halloween story which will be published tomorrow. This passage had the most responses from my hapless victims... Err.. friends and husband who all read and critiqued this story for me.

The Magician's Doll:

I appeared to be full of graceful innocence, except for that slight flash of red when my skirt swished in just the right way. Well, that and the very expensive white leather cut-out stilettos that laced up my calf into a neat little white bow below my knees. They had a red bottom - like me.
 
Jailbait explicitly implies under age, and he's jacking off to it. Could be a problem. I wouldn't us it. YMMV.
It's not an issue. Done it before and you can call an 18 year old jailbait and the one in question is a coed, the word is more like a slur.
 
If it works for you, I guess it works.

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It works.

I wish people would give a fraction of a shit about all the disgusting hardcore rape stories and BTB stories that are all over this site as they do about nitpicking in the forum.

Also, its one line and you have no idea the context or situation and I don't owe an explanation.

Here's a list of 162 stories that have the word in the title description or somewhere in the story

https://search.literotica.com/?query=Jailbait

Enjoy.
 
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It works.

I wish people would give a fraction of a shit about all the disgusting hardcore rape stories and BTB stories that are all over this site as they do about nitpicking in the forum.

Also, its one line and you have no idea the context or situation and I don't owe an explanation.

Here's a list of 162 stories that have the word in the title description or somewhere in the story

https://search.literotica.com/?query=Jailbait

Enjoy.
Not nitpicking. Just a casual warning...: "Could be a problem. I wouldn't us it. YMMV."
And to be honest, I forgot for a moment h9ow easy you are to trigger. My bad. :censored:

EDIT: I'm going to go throw darts now. Y'all have fun while I'm gone. :)
 
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From my current WIP, one of many and just the one that caught my fancy this morning.


“You,” Cat grabbed my arm, turning me to face her, “are either the world’s most naïve man, or its last true gentleman.” I tried to protest, but she slipped her hands up my chest and around my neck, and pulling me down to meet her eager lips; kissed me passionately.
 
And one more before I call it a night:

We talked about stuff over a couple more beers before we made our way back to Union Station; things like what we thought the couple across the restaurant did, and whether aliens existed or had come to Earth, who besides Elvis was one; silly stuff, the stuff that mattered.
 
Ella seemed distracted. “Albatross!” she suddenly called out loudly as she released Tamas from her embrace, and half the restaurant turned to see a large seabird hovering over the reef in the middle distance. And it really did seem like it was an albatross, but I’d had no idea that she was into birds.

From the one that's been in the 'pending' queue for a few weeks. If I can't publish it properly, perhaps I'll do it in snippets?
 
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